“So, away from Shane, are you still going to take the acting job with me?” Tom asked. You look at him then back down to your plate. Tom tried to look into your eyes. “Y/n?” You look back at him and frown. “I don’t know Tom. My parents are in the hospital and Shane’s back. I just don’t know.” Tom got off his stool and walked up behind you and hugged you from behind. “I get it y/n. Just remember that shooting starts in two weeks.” You nod and lean your head back onto his shoulder. Tom kissed you on the cheek. “Just decide fast darling, okay?” You nod and kiss his cheek. He released you and walked into the living room and sat on the couch. You follow him and lay your head on Tom’s lap. “What am I going to do Tom? I’ve waited for an acting role for as long as I can remember and I’ve been to so many auditions only to have been turned down. Now when I finally get a role, and a lead role at that, everything goes wrong.” Tom just stroked you head and took your hand. “I know you’ll make the right decision y/n.” He kissed your hands and put them on your stomach. You smile at him. “I hope so.”
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I’m adopted. I’m f*cking adopted. And no, I’m not mad that I’m adopted. I’m grateful that I at least got another family or else I would’ve been living in foster home for years. But I’m mad because they didn’t tell me about it. My family who I trusted the most. Why? Why did they not tell me about it? Why did it have to be a secret? When we arrived at our house, I quickly got out the car with my crutches, not even giving Tom a chance to help me. I didn’t want any help from anyone. I went inside the house, Mom and dad were not here yet. But Harry was sitting on the couch, watching tv. “Y/n, what happened?” Harry asked. But I just ignored him and went upstairs. TRIED to go up stairs. I couldn’t and I struggled. I was about quarter of the way, then Tom picked me up again. “Let me go!” I shouted. But of course he didn’t. He basically threw me on my bed when we got up to my room. “Y/n, I’m sorry Okay? I’m really really sorry that I didn’t tell you. But it was mum and dad’s choice. They told us not to tell you okay? So we couldn’t,” Tom said. I pulled my blanket over my head. “I’ll give you some time right now, but please, talk to me when you’re ready,” he said. Then I heard the door close. I tried holding back my tears but I couldn’t. I didn’t know what emotions I was feeling. It was all mixed and confusing. I started to cry harder and harder. I put my hands over my mouth as I sobbed. I didn’t want them to hear me crying. I’m not a crybaby. I’m not weak. ———————————